I have suspected for some time now that the creepy duck doll I found at the thrift store has been causing mischief at night while I'm asleep.
This morning, I came downstairs to find my life-sized Steiff zoo laid out on the floor like giant dominoes that had been tipped over. My eyes bugged out and I hollered a few naughty words. Okay, an entire stream of naughty words. Getting the lion back up wasn't easy. Richard is HEAVY.
And don't let its sweet little face fool you. It's possessed by a mischievous entity for sure.
Of course, I could be totally wrong about all of this. It really could be the cats and the dog in cahoots together. We won't really know until the duck doll is out of the house, will we?